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Audacious Space Pirates
Audacious Space Pirates
It's a dangerous galaxy.
Freighter captains are a dime a dozen.
But when a client needs someone who can get the job done, they always call
I've got the connections, the talent, and
the best starship there is
So don't mind if things get hot in here, cos
Kaelis Binville is in the house
Audacious Space Traders
Hello everyone! Its Babylon and here's a new fic to tingle your trigger fingers. Set on a slightly different tune to space pirates,
[Audacious Space Traders]
follows young hotshot Kaelis Binville as he and his ship, the small and agile Crest Eagle, take on impossible missions, take on the galaxy, and make his name in lights.
So with blaster in hand, and his trusted cyborg sidekick Matsumoto Genji by his side, Kaelis will take on any challenger, even the destiny that he's running from.
S01E01 - The Snow Queen of Babarossa (In Progress)
Algol Station, Beta Persei system
93ly from Earth Sphere
Space is a cruel lover. She is vast, takes every gift gleefully, yet leaves you in a vacuum for company. She is beautiful, aglow from heat so great that not even the toughest shields can withstand them. And yet she is cold, a body of frozen energy diffused between stars. Space will smother you, and yet men will always be drawn to her mystery and promise. The folly of Men will hope, and Space will entertain, till the moment a deed overdone, a mistake made, a trigger pulled. Then the curtain falls as you, your world and your lifelines make a hasty exit out the airlock. Most of all, no one will know. Not even light can outrun her grasp.
Men have tried and succeeded in changing the rules. So now, at the very least, when the fat lady sings, someone with FTL comms can hear you scream.
“Damn these Goonswarm! Let’s give it to them!!”
With the binary star the audience, beam tracers flew thick and heavy as rumbling hulks lined up broadside to broadside, painting Space with a dazzle of destruction.
“Multiple bogeys CBDR!”
Fusion contrails from a triangle of fighters screamed as they twirled between the fireworks and ducked over ship after ship. At the last moment, they pitched up and into full view of fuselage bursting with turrets on full automatic. The lead craft disappeared instantly in a ball of flame and debris, its wingmen dumped missiles and banked away.
“The spinward flanks are folding! Where are those damn cruisers?!”
Space was in chaos, like she always was for countless eons. The key was to roll with her moods. And if you knew how to keep her laughing, you could make a quick buck out of it.
The smoke from which there was once a door had nary cleared when a figure tumbled through. He rolled back to standing, blasters in both hands, taking care not to crush his conquest, a small datapad, shoved in his backpack. A mook burst through the cloud rifle drawn, then fell over as a green bolt nailed him between the eyes.
The man with a fedora over pressurized face mask aimed right and floored another flunkie.
He then bowled a round grenade into the smog and ran for it.
“40-something!” He roared as flame and shrapnel filled the aft corridors.
“Jumbo! Are you dead yet?”
There was a firm
over the shortwave.
The caller skidded right round the bend at full tilt. The bulkheads behind flung open, and through swarmed more gangsters led by a man who perhaps had one too many steaks.
“KAAAELIIISSS!” he howled.
“Hello, Capitan Diego! Glad you could join us. Will do your waist some good!” The runner replied over the same frequencies as he zigzagged towards a sealed bulkhead, dodging the blasts being dumped at him.
“You are dead, Kaelis!” roared Diego as his vibroblade buzzed to full power.
“How ‘bout I show you a magic trick?” Kaelis said. “Open Sesame!”
The closed bulkhead ruptured on command, and a swell of force threw him, and his pursuers, off his feet as air rushed from the station and into the void-filled hangar bay. Disoriented cries of tumbling men and misfiring weapons flooded the channel as Kaelis coolly reached out for a strong arm to grasp and haul him out of the jet stream. The other men just kept on going, as no one turned on the artificial gravity in launch pads, do they?
“See what I meant?” Kaelis waved as Diego floated past, flailing like a raving lunatic against nothingness. “You’ve lost weight!”
The boy changed back to private channels to not hear Diego’s reply. Even while dangling from Jumbo’s gauntlet, Kaelis was still floating a good quarter of a meter off the deck and that made him level with Jumbo’s head. He grasped the giant of a man by the shoulders and bumped helmets with his buddy.
“Where is the gauss cannon you wanted?” Kaelis’ voice rippled through the metal in contact.
“Okay, let’s haul jets!”
Without another word, Jumbo wound up and threw Kaelis towards the cream hull of their getaway craft. Jumbo was perfectly accurate; a faint buzz of static showed the deflector field turning off as Kaelis passed through. And he didn’t have to move a muscle as he sailed through the hatch. The pilot only uncrossed his arms to stop inside the cargo hold.
“Honey, I’m home,” he breathed to his ship as Jumbo skimmed in after him and drew up the boarding ramp. Outside, the deflectors buzzed on again, flinging any wannabe-boarders across the hangar, off the roof or into deep space. Kaelis quickly skimmed through to the captain’s chair, Jumbo coming close behind. The pilot throttled up and the old freighter screeched her way out of the busted hangar.
Now that Phase 1 was complete, all the laser hate from Diego’s deep space platform was instantly on to him. Kaelis just met the challenge with relish and threw his craft into serial barrel rolls, diving and weaving between shots from turrets too big and too slow to keep up. He headed straight for the broadsiding ships, through the rain of fire and brimstone. Any foolhardy interceptor was quickly torn apart by the crossfire, while those with a straighter head broke off pursuit before it was too late. Kaelis kept on going, leaning and twisting in his seat along with his starship. Jumbo’s hands danced over the gunnery controls, targeting and destroying missiles in their way with the anti-meteor lasers. With the projectiles dealt with, and the battleships determined to kill each other and not him, the gaps were large enough for him to fly a frigate through.
A couple more spins, and Kaelis’ field of view became clear of blue and green flashes.
“Spinning up the FTL!” He declared and threw another lever.
Power flowed into the hyperspace motivator hanging above the cargo hold and rolled it to life. The concentration of increasingly folded space within the drive containment field scattered and refracted the warm glow of spherical charging circuits, casting the entire deck in psychedelic disco rainbows. The ambient lighting reduced in tandem as auxiliary power was routed into the overcharged engines, and it cleverly added to the atmosphere of funk.
“And then, push PLAY!”
Kaelis stabbed the trianglular button on his dashboard. That called up a holographic sprite in the middle of the cockpit, and the girl in an orange sweat suit began to sing.
Like the slowly rising beats pumped through the aux boosters, space around the freighter rippled, warped, then stretched to infinity. And with a dull
, the old boat was flung into higher reality.
Audacious Space Traders
1st Opening: TRY UNITE! by Samia Rankajima (Megumi Nakajima)
“Definitely, my Crest Eagle is much faster with Samia Rankajima!” Kaelis cheered with glee as he pushed the freighter through a loop-the-loop, surfing the rainbow-tipped subspace waves as he went. A nudge to the left as the music grooved on; and the Crest Eagle barrelled away from a gravo-spatial blip caused by a passing star in real space.
“The girl in the orange jersey is amazing,”
Kaelis sang along at the top of his voice as the avatar morphed costume to green skin-tights.
“When she takes it off, she can become anything.”
The navigational computers making recommendations, Kaelis put Crest Eagle through more fancy flying, and yet never straying from the calculated safe path.
“In search of her precious feelings, she can dive to the bottom of the sea.”
The Crest Eagle nosed down as her pilot looked up, admiring the other Crest Eagle reflected in the randomly-colored event horizon Kaelis was blitzing past.
“The surge of her emotion can turn the opposition to mist!”
This leg of the journey corresponded with a rough patch of stars in real space, a plotted route in hyperspace lancing straight through several nebuli. It was the equivalent of trying to shoot through layers of swiss cheese, the Crest Eagle was the bullet as the space folded by several points of intense gravity wells created the walls. Sometimes the alleys got so small, there’d only be meters of clearance on all sides. A tiny graze would smash the ship and its contents into quarks; only a lunatic would fly through rather than around here, let alone do it manually.
But Kaelis always was crazy. And when he’s got Samia in his ears, he’d do anything...
The young Binville cheered together with the holo idol as the Crest Eagle blasted free into wider hyperspace – a relatively empty patch in real space.
[Live your life! Rewrite destiny and soar!]
“Fly... away! Oh and fly... today!”
Kaelis sang while letting go of the flight stick and letting Crest Eagle coast dead center of the rippling tunnel. He spread his arms wide as he did like a gliding falcon, imagining that there was nothing around him, just him, his wings and space-sheering speed. All that running, shooting, retrieving, hacking, it was to pay for this scenary.
All Kaelis ever wanted to do was to fly faster, higher, and further than ever imagined.
[If its dangerous to laugh at your foes as you advance...]
“Now this is living eh, Jumbo?”
His expressionless friend kept mute while observing the raving colours before him, arms crossed over chest and safety harness. Kaelis kept his grin as he resumed control. Clearly, Jumbo was enjoying himself too.
[Burn brighter and,]
Kaelis and holo-Samia chorused together.
“Try unite! Tonight!”
As the music died down, the navicom beep a tune and throttle down on the motivator. Space around the freighter slowed its throb and straightened into star-speckled black as the Crest Eagle darted back into real space with that dull whomp.
As the blue sphere of Tau Ceti’s Morningstar filled his view, Kaelis rubbed his hands together with glee.
“Time to collect the booty!”
Episode 01: The Snow Queen of Babarossa
But before that was re-entry. As usual, the navicom beeped to engage automatic pilot, but Kaelis tabbed it off. Where was the fun in that?
“Morningstar Traffic Control, this is A7340334 Crest Eagle, transmitting current flight plan and request permission to land.”
Kaelis spoke as though he was a thousand times more boring. And he definitely left out the little detour he made to Beta Persei from the flight plan. This is why he had 3 navicoms: one for the official story, one for his work, and one for when either broke. None of them linked to each other or to his commset, or as hackers would call it, the Crap Gate. Because if you want shit in your systems, link them to the Crap Gate.
“Crest Eagle, Tower Four of Morningstar Traffic Control. Flight plan accepted. Maintain present heading and flight level. Morningstar turns Crest Eagle over to Chow Men Dock Control at this time.”
“Roger, Tower Four. Thank you,”
Kaelis replied then returned to his normal voice after shutting off the line. “For being lousy at your work.”
He dialed his radio to a pre-programmed holo channel while throttling down, and the inertial dampeners sapped momentum until Crest Eagle was cruising at Mach 9.
“Chow Men Dock Control. A7340334 Crest Eagle transmitting current vectors,” Kaelis said as he swiped across his navicom screen. “Estimate Chow Men one-five minutes. Chow Men special approach and landing permission, Big Man Kaelis, this date. Request approach and landing.”
Kaelis did not have to wait long for a lovely sweet voice to get back to him.
“Chow Men Dock Control. A7340334 Crest Eagle. There is no such thing as Big Man Kaelis.”
The holocom came on with a small doll of a face, rolling eyes at him. Kaelis grinned back.
“Won’t you cut me some slack, Meiling? I nearly died for you back there!”
There was a sigh.
“At least remain professional until you grind landing gear before forcing your ego on me?”
“Fine by me, Darlin’”
Meiling stuck her tongue out.
“Chow Men _grudgingly_ clears A7340334 Crest Eagle to approach. Just land where you can and haul jets in here ASAP. Papa’s about to blow a fuse.”
“A7340334 Crest Eagle understands there is a private parking lot for me and I’ve already left an impression on your pops.”
“That is correct,
Binville sent a smirk her way.
“I don’t mind being tough-loved, but leave my ship out of this.”
Meiling tugged an eyelid at him, then switched to voice only.
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